And Let Them Own Me Again
- Sep 30, 2025
- 4 min read
Just the Sex by Alexis Thomas
This story contains: trans & nonbinary, contemporary romance, lovers reunited, BDSM/kink, extramarital, sub/dom, ownership, rough
“Did you miss being a good girl for me?” Harlow asks, then slips their tongue into my mouth.
The only time I stop their kisses is when they take the ring off my right hand. Then they start kissing my throat. Heat rushes to my neck as they bite me. They undo my belt, slip me out of my dress, kiss across my stomach. I take their hand and move it between my legs; their fingers rub little circles around my clit over my panties. They kiss their way back up and—goddamn them for knowing me so well—pin my arms above my head with one hand.
“Look at me” they say, and I do. “Say my name,” as their finger teases between my lips. They’ve always wanted more from me.
The last time I talked to Harlow they had a different name, a different life. Now their hair is pulled back into pigtails. They wear black lipstick and slick eyeliner; small breasts bud under their camisole top.
We broke up three years ago, before I gave up on being a writer, before I went to work for my father, before I met my husband. But one trip to the city, and I was transported back. I shot them a text. We met up. I saw their new confidence, and knew I would let them do whatever they wanted to me.
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